Gagged And Bound

"One, two, three, four"

She unwinds with sewing thread
Changing outfits, baking bread

For the man to come home to

She unwinds by picking roses
Splitting eyebrows, breaking noses

For the man when he comes home

No waiting for game shows
To come on in the morning

Checkout clerks can smile all day
Taking coupons, making change

For the customers satisfaction

Checkout clerks are gagged and bound
Under counters till they're found

Try to win it back at the horses

No waiting for no shows
At the racetrack in the morning

Kiss me, Chris

One more time

Collarbones are up and bared
Men and women sometimes wear

Clothes to stick right out of

Car phones are often quipped
From their chargers late at night

Only the sickest ever think to rape them

No wait for testosterone
At the dial tone in the morning

"I liked the guitar part of this song singing"